In the hot, lazy afternoon the rise and fall of a soprano voice practising scales drifts into the garden where I am reading.
In the Grove a woman is sitting in the shade under a tree peacefuly reading. The book is on the ground to her left: her right arm supports her upright position; her head is bent over the book; one knee is drawn up as a balance. She doesn't move. Her concentration is complete.
I order a book from Amazon. The next day it arrives.